Our teen son got in with a

crowd of boys who were

hiding from the police

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We told him he was to stop seeing them, but agreed with him that we should get to know them for ourselves. Shortly after I had met with them enough to become convinced that our son had been right in pleading their innocence, I was busy in the living room picking up and singing and glancing out at the strange horse on our lawn, when i had an inner urge to lie down and relax.

The lessons I had learned and the help I had received by following instructions from that source were — and are — sacred to me. So I lay down, took a couple of yogic breaths to silence myself, and was immediately told to tell the authorities where the boys were hiding!!!

Having no choice, I took myself to the judge in our town. I told him that I knew where Freddie and the boys were, whereupon he started a tirade that began, “Just wait until I get my hands on them, ” and ended with, “And besides all that, they’ve impregnated three girls just this year.”

When it was my turn I asked him to please visit the house that Freddie’s mom had rented for them before taking any action, and he agreed. We drove over together. He went through the entire house, talked to the boys together and individually, and stared at their poor makeshift altar, Then he called the Chief of Police and asked him to come have coffee with us at the Holiday Inn.

After pleasantries at the Inn, he relayed to the Chief what he had learned and told him to leave the boys alone and to ignore any complaints about them.

I am very grateful for that Kriya-born silence that allows the still small silent voice to be heard.

Like this:

In Arizona in the 60’s I drove

across a rocky ford in the

Verde River to Dead Horse Ranch

… where I bought fresh milk from the daughter of an Apache Chief. I had great respect for her and she taught me a lot. Indeed, I am only now realizing some of the things she was trying to tell me.

One hot day she pointed to a small flowering weed and commented that it usually waited until it was taller to put out its flowers, but that it was in a hurry this year to make seeds because it was going to be an early winter.

And the winter did, indeed, come early.

A five-inch plant, without a brain, ‘knew.’

That speaks volumes about wisdom — and about us trying to understand reality with our minds.

Like this:

It was a nice group of teen-agers

who met virtually every night.

While their get-togethers were full of fun and laughter, unlike at most meetings of teens, the subject of their discussions was spiritual. They were very interested, not in any religion, but in spirituality.

I was often with them in their cross-legged circle on the floor and enjoyed their respect. One of them, J, and I became especially close, he always being the quickest to run and hug me upon my arrival. But he started cooling off and became cooler and cooler until one evening when I got there he turned on his heel and, with a backwards glare, slammed out of the room.

That same night I was awakened by an unheard voice saying the words, “Defend yourself,” and J was shooting me with arrows of hatred and misunderstanding. They were hitting my heart and they hurt.

I said, “How? How do I defend myself from this hatred?”

The silent voice said the words, “With love.” And I was guided – indeed, it was done for me, like a mother might guide a child’s hand in drawing a letter. I was thus guided through a process in which J was enclosed, standing, in a brilliantly glowing egg, little end down. (I have since seen a picture of this archetype looking exactly like it did that night.) The glow is love.

The arrows and the pain immediately stopped.

I got out of bed, went to the kitchen, made myself tea and sat stunned. It had to have been a dream, but I felt that I knew that it had actually happened.

The next evening when I entered the room where the boys were, J came RUNNING, gave me a gigantic bear hug, and explained that he had been really upset with me because I spent time with the boys as if their welfare was important to me, but that he had begun to be very hurt because I hadn’t sworn allegiance to their guru.

He went on to say that something had awakened him in the middle of the night immersing him in unbelievable love and in the sudden certainty that I was doing what I should be doing.

A kind of neat aside. The leader of the group, known for his psychic abilities, said, “I see arrows and an egg.” So I told them what had happened with me the night before — my own part as a student.

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This is the link to the story of the reason of my incursion into their group. It’s here: